I Rely on Cultivating Immortals To Spread All Over the World

At 3 o'clock in the afternoon, Wei Jun was sitting in the lounge separated by a wall from the dining room, holding his mobile phone to read hot searches on Weibo.

Sheng Jingheng and Hu Xuerou still ranked first.

Just now, the Weibo server even experienced a freeze and crash, giving people the illusion of a problem with their own network.

This is the first time that Sheng Jingheng and the actress are rumored to have a scandal, and the team has not come forward to withdraw the hot search, let alone respond.

In fact, it was the first time that Zhenger had a gossip. In the past, some scheming actresses deliberately asked paparazzi to secretly take photos. The photos disappeared before they appeared in the world.

Some messy revelations that are not in your control will also be withdrawn immediately after a hot search, and then all related Weibo will be blocked and deleted.

To be honest, Wei Jun is already familiar with this kind of thing.

But unexpectedly, when the secretly photographed paparazzi sent photos to trade, his own boss actually told him to ignore it.

Then the paparazzi was posted directly, and the hot search was immediately posted.

Thinking about it, there is probably only one reason-in the morning, he accidentally swiped the video of the South Vietnamese single CUT, and saw a group of people go to the program official Weibo to post negative comments.

Because the BOSS had given orders, he just made a routine and mentioned a few words to the BOSS.

Now, Nanyue and BOSS appeared on the hot search list at the same time.

The BOSS obviously knew that this matter about Nanyue would be posted on the hot search.

But it is also true. In the past few days, Nanyue doesn't know which **** has been offended, or it has such a high popularity, if it is a little bit turbulent, it will be searched.

Wei Junzheng thought to himself, the door of the box was suddenly opened, he was stunned, and he got up immediately after he came back to his senses.

Opening the door is the well-known screenwriter Chai Wentao, who has won several domestic and foreign awards, and the queen screenwriter of Mu Yaomu, a master director.

"Xiaowei, come, take some pictures of us."

"Okay." Wei Jun bent slightly, then followed into the box.

There were five people in the box with Chai Wentao. They were all sitting very open, but they were gathered together for a group photo.

Sitting in the middle are naturally Sheng Jingheng and Mu Lao, and the others are the foil, including Hu Xuerou, who is sitting at the very edge.

In this kind of occasion, these characters don't need to be too strenuous to take pictures.

After all, the focus is on the person in the photo, not the photo.

After the photo was taken, all of them got up and shook hands to bid farewell.

Lao Mu took the screenwriter and producer first, while Hu Xuerou went to the bathroom, leaving only two people in the box.

Sheng Jingheng glanced at the photo, his eyes drooping, his dark eyes flashed a few different colors under the light, and then quickly disappeared.

"Tweet it."

"Okay," Wei Jun asked again after a pause, "Would you like to match the characters?"

Sheng Jingheng walked out of the box, let out a bit of breath, and said, "We had a very happy conversation."

Wei Jun thought that BOSS hated the smell of smoke the most. After spending nearly two hours in this airtight box, it was strange to be able to talk very happily.

He responded and edited Weibo quickly. After checking it was correct, he quit his trumpet, replaced Sheng Jingheng's account and posted this Weibo.

Hu Xuerou also came out of the bathroom just after the post, with a snow-white seductive smiling face, heading straight for Sheng Jingheng.

It was just that she hadn't waited for her to approach, as if she had encountered a barrier, she stopped a metre away.

Sheng Jingheng put on the windbreaker handed over by his assistant, and his profile was cold and hard: "Tell Guan Piao, only this time."

After speaking, he completely ignored the eagerness and flattery in Hu Xuerou's eyebrows and strode away.

Wei Jun quickly followed and passed by Hu Xuerou like a wind.

When they left, Hu Xuerou smiled to herself: "Sheng Jingheng, wait for you."